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Monday, May 19, 2014

In the course of working at a high school, I overhear some fairly ridiculous conversations between teenagers in regards to sex. Either he types of experiences they've already had, or the types of experiences they're hoping to have eventually.

These conversations, however, are slightly less disappointing for me to overhear than when I'm with other adults who, for all intents and purposes, should have a better range of sexual experiences or at least hopefully more realistic sexual goals. Which is not to say that somebody shouldn't dream big when it comes to sexual fantasies (heuheu dream big), just that I'd hope with time people would realize the actual amount of effort involved in making a fantasy a reality.

In any case, I'm an advocate for education about sex. A friend of mine linked to this article earlier today. Although I think it's interesting that the author seems to think 4th grade is too early to start sex ed. That was specifically the time when my elementary school took all the girls (and our mothers, if they were around) into the gymnasium so we could watch a special film about how we girls were going to start bleeding every month and growing hair in our armpits and crotches. Then we were handed a little brochure and a free sample menstrual pad and sent on our merry way to womanhood. Actual sex ed (the talk about how it's okay to say "no," and having to watch the video of a live birth because if anything was going to scare us into safe sex the image of a baby crowning was definitely what we needed to see) happened...6th, 7th grade? I know it was at middle school at some point.

Sunday, May 18, 2014

Now-hubby celebrated his birthday this past week. We went out for dinner - filet mingnon and lobster. On the way out of the restaurant, we joked about an incredibly creepy McDonald's window that had giant faces on it. "Could you imagine being fucked up and pulling up to that thinking it was the drive-thru window?" These are the kind of conversations in our 11 years together that fill my heart and make me look forward to all the future years I'm going to have with him. It seems really inconsequential, but just the way the two of us can have similar thoughts about a McDonald's window is amazing to me.

After a few things sort of coming together all at once, Frisbee is moving into the house with Now-hubby and I. Which means I've also been quite busy trying to re-arrange the house so Frisbee will have a place to be. I'm trying desperately not to over-think or over-anticipate too much about this move. Que sera sera. In the end, I'm incredibly excited to have two of the men I care about in the same house with me. I know it's going to be awkward at first, and it's going to take lots of adjusting, but the best I can hope for is that we'll be able to work through it.

The whole thing is going to be very interesting because as soon as Frisbee moves in I'm going to be going out of the country to visit the German for two weeks.

Have I mentioned how ecstatic that makes me?

Lots of interesting relationship developments, dear readers. Lots of impending updates on how all of this goes...a must.